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He wants to step into my family, insert himself where he’s not wanted. Touché, motherfucker. Consider me inserted.
Like the North Star in a dark night’s sky, he burns too bright to hide.
Because while the sun and the moon light our lives with a single glance, to feel that light is rare, and something that can’t be robbed from you before it should. Because a feeling comes from the inside, not the out.
“I want to be the guy a girl closes her eyes at night and sees. The one she wakes thinking about ‘cause she wants to fuck me or fuck with me, fight with me. And not because she wants to gain something or prove something, but because I’m all that she can see and she feels blind without me, even if she wishes she didn’t sometimes. I want to be her light and dark and, yeah, sometimes her fucking nightmare. A fucking king in her eyes and she’d be all those things right back, the queen in mine. Of mine.”
To test or tease, to scare or scar, want or warn.
“My little Tink,” he rasps. “Help me fly...”
“Help me fly, ‘cause this lost boy is on his way down, baby girl...” He quiets, his hold tightening.
“Then stop talking, Playboy. Let me make it official.”
“For the record, as far as I’m concerned you were already mine, and baby girl... know that I’m yours.”
“You belong to me and there’s nothing you can do to change that.”
“I think I’m okay with that.”
Fuck business. That’s my baby.
“I love her more than anyone has ever loved a soul. So much so I don’t even own mine anymore. She does. She said she’s inside me, and she was right. Every fucking bone in my body aches for her. I ain’t afraid to admit anymore that I will be nothing, fucking nothing, without her. I worship that girl.”
